You were probably sandbagging it, pansy.Now run to Buffalo and i`ll drop you like you`re hot (and you most certainly, sir, are NOT(i can`t back that up)).
My sister tried to make me run with her and my friend Julian yesterday, instead we got a mini workout in my backyard. It was funny seeing her dying on this drill we regularly do in pankration, when she's a really in shape soccer player. Usually I'm the one panting and wheezing next to her, but yesterday the tables were turned. Moral of the story: Don't run because I don't like to. Where's my child slave?
You were probably sandbagging it, pansy.Now run to Buffalo and i`ll drop you like you`re hot (and you most certainly, sir, are NOT(i can`t back that up)).
ReplyDeleteMy sister tried to make me run with her and my friend Julian yesterday, instead we got a mini workout in my backyard. It was funny seeing her dying on this drill we regularly do in pankration, when she's a really in shape soccer player. Usually I'm the one panting and wheezing next to her, but yesterday the tables were turned. Moral of the story: Don't run because I don't like to.
ReplyDeleteWhere's my child slave?
glad to see you're over your illness and back into training.
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